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Docs great post of the summer camp stories reminded me of a true (he
said it was) story a friend told me about his time at summer camp. I
don't think telling it from his point of view will work well (because
I'm not him) so I'm telling it from the viewpoint of a possibly
fictitious fellow camper. Other names were changed too. I didn't know
them anyway LOL. Its hard to make true stories funny but I hope you
like it anyway.
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From "The Adventures of Stevie",
#1 Goose Poker
Summer camp was a whole lot of fun. If you didn't mind the skeeters and
the bratty younger kids and the girls on the other side of the camp who
refused to undress near windows and such like. Oh and the twerp who
stole my binocs. If I ever find out who took them I'll rip them off
from around his neck so fast he'll have to have his head sowed back on
with knitting needles.
We sure did have fun. Some of that fun was meeting new kids. Some of
them were strange. We had one in our cabin. His name was Stevie. He
didn't like the nickname and insisted we call him Stephen. We didn't.
Oh I forgot. My name is Winston. Yeah I know but cool it!
Stevie was short for a 12 year old (we were all 12) and so skinny if he
turned sideways you might not see him. That would have suited him just
fine because he was very shy. I mean VERY shy. He wouldn't shower with
the rest of us and made the counselors let him use their shower room.
We never saw him without his briefs or bathing suit or PJs on. He never
played the game with the rest of us of whose got the biggest and could
we make it jump. This did cause us to become a might curious what he
was hiding.
Yep he was strange but in a nice way most of the times. He was no good
in sports but he was willing to try anything new to him. He acted like
he had never seen a baseball. We taught him the rules but couldn't
teach him to catch or hit anything. He wouldn't go near the horses
after a little accident but all the other animals followed him around
like he was the pied piper. He couldn't swim worth anything and that
was unfortunate cause he hated to put his head under water. Oops I
forgot. He was good in two sports. He was the best at fencing. Even
beat the counselors who were 4 times his size. And he could shoot good
too. But the real thing we liked him for was two things. He learned
real fast and helped anybody who asked and he was a good artist. He
drew pictures of us that actually looked like us. We gave them to our
parents on patents day and they had to meet Stevie and thank him but he
was too shy and hated to be hugged or even touched. One thing we didn't
like about him so much was once you got him talking you couldn't shut
him up. That wouldn't be too bad but he acted like he knew everything
and wouldn't you know it he just about did. He had a friend in a
different cabin he played with during outside free time. He was from
Japan. They had a strange game where they took turns yelling and
throwing each other on the ground. Weird!
For an hour after lunch and after dinner and sometimes the hour before
lights out we had quiet time in our cabins. Some of us slept and some
of us read comics and some of us played cards. Stevie drew on his pad.
He said liked trees as subjects better than people because they didn't
move around so much but he had a problem with that because he kept
smashing his thick glasses. He was very short sighted. One day in quiet
time when it was raining cats and antelopes outside Stevie gave up his
usual window perch and art pad and took an interest in one of the card
games. They were playing "Goose Poker". This is made up of regular 5
card draw poker but no betting. The boy who had the best hand goosed
the boy with the worst hand. Because goosing might be different where
you live I'll explain it to you. The loser spreads his legs and the
winner grabs the losers crotch hard enough to make him hurt a little. I
know it sounds stupid but what the heck we were boys!
They (George and Harry) asked Stevie to join the two of them who were
playing it on one of their beds. The ever game Stevie said okay he
would try it. But he sat on the bed different not relaxed like the
others. He kept his knees tight together like he was deathly afraid for
his tender parts. George dealt the first hand. They drew cards. Stevie
won. He was too shy to do the goosing so he asked Harry to do it for
him to George who was happy to oblige. George won the next hand and
Harry had the worst hand so George goosed Harry and Stevie didn't have
to do anything. So now you know how it went. Here comes the strange
part. Despite Stevie looking like he was scared for his life he never
had the worst hand. He never got goosed the whole hour. It was the same
thing the next time he was in the game and the next. He never ever got
goosed. We never did figure out how he was cheating but something which
happened later told me maybe he was just lucky. Or unlucky depending on
how you liked being goosed. Anyhow they stopped asking him to play
cards.
One night in a quiet time before lights out I overheard Stevie ask
George in whispers how it felt to be goosed. George offered to show him
but in private in the bathroom. There was an outside shuttered window
to the bathroom which immediately had a very curious face stuck to the
crack in the boards. Mine of course. I had a clear view of the whole
thing. First George asked Stevie to goose him but Stevie complained he
couldn't feel anything through Georges jeans and couldn't tell if he
was doing it right. George said he would show him and at the same time
reached out and grabbed a handful of Stevies PJs (we didn't wear
underwear under them) at the crotch. That's when Stevie let out a
screech which would have made a barn owl into a horny owl and then some
and he took off out of the bathroom like his PJ bottoms were on fire. I
rushed to the window which would let me see inside the main part of the
cabin and saw Stevie run around his bunk twice before he found his way
under the covers. He didn't poke his head out till morning.
That afternoon I asked George what happened with him and Stevie. He
told me and then told me something extra I never expected. He said when
he goosed Stevie he was almost more surprised then Stevie was because
he touched a monster down there. He said it was like a salami or
firehose! Bigger than our counselors even. This I had to check out. But
how? Too bad he didn't shower with us but then I figured why. I guess
he didn't want us to make fun of it. But there was one way. Maybe. That
night I stayed awake way after lights out and had my flashlight ready.
When I thought everybody was asleep I put my fingers over the front of
it with a little opening between them for a little light to shine
through and pointed it at the middle of Stevies bunk next to mine. What
I saw there almost made me drop the light. He was asleep on his back
and under the sheet had what looked like a baseball bat on his stomach.
Honest! It was gigantic. And it was jumping too! If I had thrown a
baseball at him I swear he could have hit a home run with it!
After this George tried REAL hard to get Stevie to play Goose Poker
with him again one on one but Stevie never did. From then on I don't
know who else it was for sure but I wasn't the only one a few times who
had a dim midnight flashlight on Stevie. I wonder if he knew? I think
he could have. He was a light sleeper.
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This is the last of the reposts. I will post a new Stevie story
tomorrow and more of his adventures one a week or so if I remember.
--
Grant
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